“MAMMA,” said a little girl, “what is that shining up there in the sky?” “That, dear, is the moon.” “What is it up there for, Mamma?” “God put it there, darling, to give us light by night.” “Oh,” replied the little one, “how kind of Him!”
How kind is God! He made the sun,
To give us warmth and light;
He made the moon and twinkling stars
To chase the gloom of night.
How kind is God! He watches o’er
The fields of corn and wheat;
He guides the storm, He sends the dew,
That we may have to eat.
How kind is God! He well knows all
We need to use and wear;
And so unnumber’d wonders fill
The earth, the sea, the air.
How kind is God! but more than all
One thing His kindness proves:
The cross of Jesus stands alone,
To tell us how He loves.
How kind is God! yes, little one,
And aged sinner too,
His loving heart is longing now
To speak, through Christ to you.
He would not have one tender lamb
To perish far from home;
But sent His Son to die, that He
Might call in mercy, “Come.”
ML 01/26/1902